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A/N: So was the last book smashing or what? I'm horribly sad that our beloved Harry Potter has come to an end. Sorry to all those people who loved spending the night in front of the bookstores. Anyway, sorry that it took me so long to update. I've been out of time and trying to pack for school but here's the update to everyone's favorite story. Thanks for reading.
Fourth year
It was a couple of days after the Yule Ball that I was strolling down the hallways searching for Cree. She was going to meet me in the common room but when she didn't show up I couldn't help but get worried. Pansy had been incredibly . . . vicious since I had taken them both to the Dance. The common room was never quiet any more when they were both in there, Pansy's harsh insults and Cree's quick comebacks flying across the room every ten seconds. It was rather amusing at times.
But like I said, Pansy was vicious when she wanted to be. She played dirty and wasn't ashamed of it. And when she got that way . . . let's just say it was something to be afraid of.
That day, I suppose it had been a good idea for me to go looking for Cree.
As I walked down the steps towards the Entrance Hall, I came across a large crowd, cheering and jumping around, a lot of the Slytherins. But there all the cheering, I could here two girls screaming and what sounded like clothes ripping.
I hurried forward, pushing and glaring at people to make them move out of my way. Of course, who do I find in the middle of that huge crowd? Cree and Pansy (as if you actually needed the answer).
Both girls had since disregarded their robes. Pansy sported a bloody lip, a brushed cheek, and a tear in her skirt. Cree, on the other hand, had a black eye, large scratches down the side of her face, and her shirt was ripped.
Pansy knocked Cree down hard, jumping to her feet to pull out her wand. I could see an Unforgivable Curse forming on her tongue as she pointed her wand at Cree's heart. Pulling out my own wand, I disarmed her.
Pansy looked up at me, a guilty look on her face. I glanced at Cree to see her still glaring murder at the other girl. Walking over, I grabbed Cree and pulled her to her feet.
"Lucky Draco got here," Pansy said to Cree, angrily wiping blood from her lip.
"Yeah, lucky for you!" Cree said. I grabbed tighter onto her because she felt as if she was going to run at Pansy again. "You may be older than me, Parkinson, but I'm better than you an every way possible! And I can still kick your arse five ways till Sunday, with or without your bloody wand!"
"What on earth is going on here?" came McGonagall's shrill voice.
The crowd scattered, including Pansy. I pulled Cree down the hallway, heading for the dungeons.
"What in Merlin's name is your problem?" I said as Cree plopped down into an armchair, her arms folded across her chest. She glared away from me, into the fireplace. "Why did you go and start a fight with Pansy?"
"I didn't start a fight with her, she started it with me!" Cree said, switching her glare to me. "I was using self-defense! You didn't see me pull my wand on her, did you? I wasn't about to just sit there and let her beat me up!"
"You knew Pansy would go after you, Cree! Why didn't you just walk away?"
"I did walk away! And she threw a shoe at my head!"
I shook my head, feeling angry. "What did you say to her that made her challenge you like that?"
"Why does it have to be that I said something to her? I was minding my own business, coming down here to meet you when she stepped in front of me. She told me to stay away from you, that you were hers. And I told her that first off, she wasn't my mum and second off, you didn't belong to anyone so she needed get her head out of the clouds and stop daydreaming about you because it was never going to happen. She told me I needed to be careful about how I talked to certain people because it would get me into a lot of trouble. That's when I walked away and I said that yeah, whatever I'd keep that in mind and she threw her shoe at my head! I didn't start anything, Draco! It isn't my fault that that stupid girl has been having fantasies about you since your first year and can't get her head out of her arse enough to see that you don't like her! So don't go blaming it on me that you managed to get hit on by the craziest girl in the history of forever!"
Cree had been standing up, yelling and poking me in my chest with one slender finger. Now she plopped back down into the chair, her arms folded again, her gaze on the fireplace. Sighing, I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket, handing it to her as I sat down the couch next to her chair. "Here," I said.
She glared at it for a moment before taking the napkin from me, wiping the blood from her cheek. When the blood was all gone, I turned her head towards me, examining the scratch and her black eye. "She got you pretty good."
"I got her better," she said, looking away from me again.
"You okay?" I asked. She shrugged, still looking away from me. "Look, Cree, I'm sorry I got mad okay? I was just worried. . . . Ah, come on, Shadow, don't start throwing a temper tantrum on me. That's a Pansy sort of thing to do."
She finally looked at me. "I'm not going to throw a temper tantrum."
"Good. I don't think I'd be able to take it. . . . I can't believe you fought her like a Muggle."
Cree grinned. "I knew I could beat her like that. That lip's gonna take a minute to swell down."
"Same with that black eye of yours. And those cat scratches."
"But at least I don't have a swollen lip."
I paced through my house, worried.
I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep.
Where on earth would she have gone?
I'd checked Potter's place. She wasn't there.
I'd searched all through Diagon Alley. She wasn't there.
What if she was hurt? Or lost? Or . . . dead?
I couldn't believe I had slapped her! Why on earth was I so stupid? I punched the wall, my knuckles coming back, slightly bloody.
There was a knock on the door. She came back?
I rushed towards the door, pulling it open.
Blaise Zabini stood at my door, a huge grin on his face. "You'll never guess who we found wandering the streets."